I started around 12-13. 40 years of this.
ION, a bad case of the "why bothers" tonight. Weekends are the worst. Which is understandable, and it's only been 17 days, and I've got to give it time, but fuck that. I want my husband back, god damn it.
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I started around 12-13. 40 years of this.
ION, a bad case of the "why bothers" tonight. Weekends are the worst. Which is understandable, and it's only been 17 days, and I've got to give it time, but fuck that. I want my husband back, god damn it.
9 for me too.
I started at 11, almost 12.
And now that crying jag is done. Dammit. Smack upside the head out of nowhere.
I must remember that all legal and non-harmful coping methods are good things. Damned Puritans. Distraction is my friend.
Oh, Connie. Ambush crying attacks are the worst.
I cannot remember when I started. Am I supposed to remember that? I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
Oh, god, yes.
I remember the ridiculous thong-things we had to wear before somebody invented the adhesive strip on the back of the pads.
I only know about those from Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret. And the new editions of that book has that part rewritten, so that it talks about the adhesive strip pads, instead.
My mom showed me one of those and I was horrified.
hil,
that is an abomination.